Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
DNA,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Zapp,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.